Once upon a time. Once upon a time, a poor peasant lived in a charming, tiny village. This village had a chicken. The peasant loved this chicken. The chicken also made him an egg every day. But these eggs have an interesting feature. It's under the eggs. Every day the peasant brings the golden egg that he takes from the poultry house, and sells it in the jewelery shop.
The poor peasants have begun to prosper. As you get richer, it changes. He no longer has to work to make money. He does not know the value of money in which money comes without working, without getting tired. It started to spend money unnecessarily, things that are not needed. After a while after getting used to living in luxury, money began to run out.
He wants you to pay more now. When the coops go away, he loves the chicken as much as he did before, and he is not grateful for the golden eggs he gave him. In time, he began to believe that he kept a treasure in his belly. He thought that if he cut his stomach, he would reach this treasure and live like a king for a lifetime.
The hungry peasant came in one morning with a knife in his hand. He understood the evil intentions of the villagers and began to run away. But the peasant put his head in the treasure. Cut the chopped chicken. He opened the hurry with his haste, looked curiously inside, and what do you see? There's no gold in your stomach, nor treasure. He was hungry, but then he was smart. But now the job is over.